-Alone-

I watch how the moon sits in the sky
On a dark night shining with the light from the sun

She found herself walking home, alone, again. For the third time this week.

The streets seemed cold and dark, the sun falling asleep, fading upon the horizon. The autumn weather had began to set in, a cold wind whistling through the maze of buildings.

The sun doesn't give light to the moon
Assuming the moon's going to owe it one

She zipped up her jacket and hugged her arms to keep the warmth in. It wasn't too bad, she thought, it had been so long since she got time to herself. She decided to take the longer way home, through the park.

She walked upon the bridge, resting against the railing. She stared off into the pond underneath, watching the fish swim around. It was relaxing; the sound of the water rippling, the wind's echoes, the rustling of the near by tree's limbs. She went into a trance, time seemed to slow down all around her. She thought about her past, and how sometimes she wish she could return.

I want to be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand

Not that she wasn't thankful for what she had now, it was more of the freedom she had. They had no real home, traveling about just to get what they needed. Breaking all the rules, giggling, stealing, running from the authorities. It probably wasn't the best place for girls like them to grow up in, but they did. And they survived, they were masters at the art. Everyday was a new adventure, something different, never tiring.

I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest

She sighed, her breath coming out in a small fog, that's when she realized the sun had set and the moon was already high in the sky.

How long had she been there? Did anyone realize she was gone for so long? Did. she even... care?

She felt a wetness hit her cheek. She blinked in surprise, bringing her hand up and wiping a single salty tear away from her face. She shook her head, and lightly slapped her cheeks. She couldn't let these emotions get to her. She had to be strong.

You used to be calm, used to be strong
Used to be generous, but you should've known
That you'd wear out your welcome

Now you see how quiet it is, all alone